You can see Nathan teetering on the edge as his face contorts in an undecided manner.
"I don't know man, it's just too vanilla..."
"But the views," you retort, driving your point home. "Think of the 10 million views!"
You can see Nathan biting his lips, shaking his head from side to side, as he crosses his arms. Five seconds is all he needs.
"Fuck it, let's do it!" He screams, throwing his hands up in the air, before looking between the two of you. "Er, who will be the girl?"
Emma and you look at each other for a brief moment, before turning your heads at Nathan. He raises his eyebrow, before pointing a finger at himself and lowering his head in a 'Me?' gesture.
"I think that he would make a cute girl."
"Yeah, sorry Nathan. No homo, but I'm not playing the girl."
Nathan just shrugs his shoulders. "All right, all right! It's not like I expected anything else. So what's the plan? From what I've seen in these flat-mating videos, usually they have the guy friend experience some kind of tragedy: girlfriend dumps him, fired from his job, you get the point. I don't know why exactly, but it seems to be pretty popular. Guess some guys get off on the sweet experience."
"Can't you just pretend his girlfriend dumped him and go from there?"
"Can't." Nathan replies, shaking his head. "It's probably the most dead-beat theme in the genre and I don't like it. Besides, Mike already got dumped by his ex-girlfriend back in April. I don't want to uncover old wounds."
It was true. You used to hang out in the library quite frequently for upcoming exams. Unlike Nathan who was here on his family's dime, you attended on scholarships, so it was important to keep a good standing in regards to GPA. One day, a shockingly cute girl with sandy blonde hair and green eyes that seemed to capture the sun rays came up to you. You were quite surprised yourself, given that you didn't ever remember attracting the attention of a young lady like herself. It seemed that she had failing grades and needed your help.
The two of you quickly hit it off after a conversation and became friends. 'Nattie', as she called herself, seemed to have quite an interests in more "manly" activities, such as video games and sports, to the point where she was even more knowledgeable than you. She also seemed to be raring to have sex with you on the first day. Naturally, you declined. You weren't crazy or desperate to fuck someone you didn't even know.
Still, over the next month, you two began to bond with each other, hanging out more and more frequently. She was infatuated with you, following you around while hanging on your arm. Kissing you on your cheek during movies. You would go out to lunch with her nearly every day. And all that time, she would be begging to have sex with you.
Of course, you broke down with the month. Exams were over and your stress was at its high peak. You finally agreed to have sex with her that night. It was passionate, the two of you seemed to dance in the bed as your bodies intertwined as your dick pistoned its way into her crotch. It lasted for hours and hours, until you both collapsed panting in the very same bed. You instantly fell asleep.
When you woke up, she wasn't there. She just... disappeared. Gone. Vanished like the wind. Over the next past days, you fervently tried to find her, searching everywhere, but it was like she was mist. Gone was her number. Gone was she from the campus. As if she never actually existed. You were heartbroken and stayed closed off for the next few months. It was only then that you confided in Nathan.
Except...
"That's weird. I don't remember ever telling you when I broke up with her," you say, scratching your chin. You see Nathan instantly break out in trembles, shivering like a nude person on Christmas Day. How strange.
"Er... well, I guess I just... guessed? You were in a pretty bad mood."
That makes sense, you guess. After all, you did nothing to hide your foul mood back then, but to have Nathan connect it to you losing your girlfriend is nothing short of impressive.
"Anyways, any ideas?" He asks, scanning the room.
"I think I might have one." You reply.
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You sit in the bed of your own room, a door separating you from your flatmate. You are supposed to wait for Nathan as he pulls on his skinsuit in the other room. You smile as you cannot wait to fuck the shit out of Nathan. He would constantly harass and blueball you in the hallways of the apartment, sticking his dick inside his rubberized girlfriend as he enacted his kinky sex play. Now was your chance to get back at him.
You suddenly hear a voice in the hallway.
"Uh, hey guys!" You hear a voice, awkward and cheerful at the same time. "So, um... my flatmate here recently went to an interview and was, um... he got rejected. He's been moping around in his room since then. I've been thinking of cheering him up."
You smirk. You didn't actually get rejected from any interview - it was just a professor to whom you went to and asked to be a research assistant. He politely declined, saying that he already had a student, but referred you to another one. But Nathan need not to know. From experience, he was a shitty actor, so hopefully this makes him play 'more authentically'.
"So, um... here I go guys!" You hear, instantly drooping your head and shifting your eyes downwards in a gloomy fashion. Thank god your mom sent you to drama classes. You hear the door opening.
"Hey Mike!" A voice sounds, causing you to smirk in anticipation. You look up.
And freeze.
"Nat...!" You begin to scream, before biting your lip. You cannot believe it. Standing before you is an exact replica of Nattie. Your ex-girlfriend. The face, the body, the breasts, the eyes, you recognize all of them.
No, wait. The eyes were of a different color. They were blue, like Nathan's are, but Nattie's were green. Same with the hair, Nathan's hair was a messier color of blonde, not like Nattie's were. But other than a few other minor differences, Nathan looked extremely similar to your ex-girlfriend. You decide to ask him later and recompose yourself, breathing in as you calm the pulses firing through your nerves.
"Who... who are you?" You ask Nathan, jaw still open from the shock you experienced when you first saw him. You decide to play the role.
"Um... hey Mike, it's me. Nathan, that is. Your flatmate?" Nathan says, having to talk in short sentences to avoid the stutter. God, he looked so awkward, but you could not deny that he also looked... cute. Very cute, in fact. The blush running through Nathan's cheeks, the way he was constantly tugging down his shirt to cover his midriff, and the way he ruffled his newly found skirt in order to keep it in place were all so god damn cute. You just couldn't wait to fuck him.
"N-Nathan?" You exclaim, clenching your fist and gritting your teeth in fake shock and amusement. "That... that is you? Why do you look like that? Did you come here to make fun of and torment me?"
He flinched. It seemed as if though he really thought that you were upset. You could see him visibly take a step back and tense his face. He raised his hands, as if though a baseball was thrown at him, about to hit him in the face.
You pinch yourself in the wrist, forcing your eyes to water.
"I feel like shit," You mutter, as the tears stream down your cheeks. Fuck, it hurt so bad. "Just go away."
You become quiet as you attentively listen to Nathan's steps getting closer to you in a careful, slow manner.
"Uh, shit-" He says, breaking his character. "Um... sorry, dude. I didn't think you were this upset over it."
You were just about to open your mouth in response, but his next action shocks you as you feel his arms wrapping around you in an embrace, your face leaning directly against his shoulder. It felt so... warm. So peaceful. You could only sit there as he tugs your trousers and underwear down, still embracing you, and wraps his left hands around your crotch. He starts pumping your manhood in an awkward, but satisfactory motion.
You don't last long. Perhaps it was the warm feeling of embrace, or the way he would pat your head in a calming motion. Your penis erupts, spurting string after string of semen into his hand.
"And... cut!" You hear the voice of Emma behind Nathan, motioning to her camera. "That was quite good. I almost teared up myself when I saw you two embracing, and I'm not even that emotional of a person!"
Nathan silently gets off you, hand still dripping with cum, as he begins to proceed to the bathroom. You stop him, your voice filled with confidence.
"Hey," You say, scratching the back of your head. "Thanks."
Nathan simply looks around, gives you a thumbs up, and flashes the cutest smile you've ever seen. "No problem, mate!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Several days later...
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